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I was supposed to leave that stage with a crown, a bouquet, and a diamond ring.
Instead, I walked off with a storm behind me, a crown I wasn’t sure I wanted… and the whole world watching.
Miss X 2025 — that’s what they call me now. The girl who turned down the golden boy on live television. Adrian Carlisle wasn’t just a suitor in a suit — he was the heir to a legacy, a man with power stitched into his name… and secrets buried deep beneath it.
Now those secrets are surfacing. And so are the consequences.
The cameras haven’t stopped flashing. The headlines haven’t stopped spinning. And the people I once trusted — my friends, my allies — are beginning to turn. Every smile hides an agenda. Every compliment feels like a trap. Even love comes with conditions now.
The stage wasn’t the end. It was the ignition point.
Because now there are threats behind every spotlight, alliances shifting like shadows, and whispers about who I truly am — and what I’m willing to destroy to protect it.
But I didn’t say no just to crumble under pressure.
And I didn’t survive this far to be rewritten.
Behind this crown is a woman who chose herself — loudly, unapologetically — and now must fight to keep her story from being stolen.
Because in a world that loves obedient queens and polished fairy tales…
I’m the girl who broke the script.
And I’m not done yet.

She was supposed to be a one night transaction in the form of stripper-paid entertainment.

He was supposed to be the devil the girls whispered about behind the curtains.

Sable Zhen walked into that hotel suite with one goal. To survive the night, clear her debt, and disappear into a different life, a fresh start. She did not plan to feel anything, and she definitely did not plan for him.

Alaric Evander Leighton is the kind of man cities are built around. He does not break his rules, he does not feel things he cannot contain, he does not contact women himself, he does not skip background checks, and he most definitely does not think about the same face two days in a row.

Until the girl with the stage name—Parisol.

When Sable walks through the doors of Leighton Biotech on Monday morning and finds herself face to face with the man she spent the night whimpering under, the world she has carefully constructed begins to fracture at the edges.

He is her boss. She is his assistant. And between them sits an attraction neither of them can afford.

But the secrets do not stop there.

A tattoo behind her ear. Two criminal syndicates and a past that reaches further back than either of them knows and connects them in ways that have nothing to do with one night in a dark hotel room.

Something was set in motion long before they met.

And it is only just beginning to surface.

Four years ago, James Rockefeller was expelled from his home by a wealthy family and traveled to the battlefield with humiliation.
Four years later, he had become the feared "Grim Reaper" of the Western underground world, but chose to retire at the time of his success, only to return to Houston and find his long owing wife Sofia.
But he didn't expect that his wife, who gave birth to her daughter Sophie alone, would suffer from the cold eyes and bullying of the Wilson family over the years.
His mother-in-law wanted to force his wife to marry a wealthy young master, but his relatives humiliated him as useless. His daughter was called a bastard, and his wife and daughter were even forced into the conspiracy of the mysterious underground organization "Hades".
In order to protect his beloved, James chose to hide his true identity and endure misunderstandings, but when his wife and daughter were in danger, he made a thunderous move.
This time, the retired Grim Reaper no longer fights for the empire, but only holds up a sky that no one dares to invade for his wife and daughter.

"We must stop!" She breathed out and removed her wrists from his hold. She straightened her dress and began to walk away.
"How long do you think you'll be able to run away from me? I'll catch up to you eventually." He replied.

There was an ominous demonic glare in her angelic eyes. They said she was nothing but the darkness, a living embodiment of terror. She was the assassin, roaming across centuries, killing and hiding. She had known blood and death her entire life, but what she didn't know was that the biggest battle awaited her, one with her soul and her mate.

Lycan Prince Aiden, heir to the Kingdom of Werewolves, the fated Alpha King. Everything would change after he found her, his moon-blessed Luna. Would he be ready for the storm and darkness brought along with her? Meant to bend himself to her will and desires, both of their fates will be twisted into unexpected accord.

Victor Graves was supposed to die.

Instead, he is chosen by the Reaper and thrown into a brutal world ruled by levels, survival, and blood-earned power.

Armed with a relentless will and a growing connection to death itself, Victor must navigate monsters, guilds, and deadly secrets while becoming the very weapon the Reaper intended him to be.

Someone is killing unmarked souls, and Ru is the only one that can stop them. That's a bit of a problem, though, since she has no idea she's a Keeper.

Adopted as a child, Ru knows nothing about her birth parents. Her new mom insists she was given up because she "ruins everything." Hence, her name-Ruin. Yet, Ru has managed to make a life for herself in the town of Reaper's Hollow, working as a fourth grade teacher, which she loves. If it wasn't for her inability to touch anything electrical without starting a fire, she'd be the happiest girl in Upstate New York.

That is, until the charming and devastatingly handsome Cutter Michaels moves into the classroom across the hallway and starts filling her head with all sorts of unbelievable fantasies. He claims she is the lost Keeper, the daughter of a half-angel and a half-demon, and she is the only one who can help him locate three portals the Reapers, as in Grim Reaper, are using to ferry souls away to the Underworld. Ru knows he's lost his mind, and yet she finds herself being sucked into his delusions more each day. The fact that he can shoot fire out of his hands might have something to do with that.

Once she begins having dreams where she comes face to face with Thanatos, the most powerful Reaper of all, Ru begins to think there might be more to story than she's been giving him credit for. Will joining Cutter lead her to find her biological parents and discover her powers, or will Thanatos claim her for his own?
Will the Keepers close the portals, or will the Reaper's continue to claim unmarked souls whose names are not yet written in The Book of the Dead?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! 18+


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"Everything here is at my command, including you." He said as he started to run his hands over my breasts.
"Tell me, are you already wet for me?"
"No."
"Then if I touch you here, won't it fill with juice? Are you ready for my cock to slide in?"
He whispered as his hand finally reached into my panties. He moved his fingers between my pussy lips. I let out a moan at the wonderful sensation...
"Shit, you're a slut, aren't you?" He whispered.

Lia
My life has never been perfect, but it used to be simple. That changed in the blink of an eye when my mother decided to move us to Riverside. It was supposed to be a new beginning for us, and it was. It just wasn't the one I expected. The simple life I knew before was no more. Rayan Riverside. The golden boy in town took one look at me and decided he hated me, turning everyone against me as he stood by and watched his minions turn my life into a living hell. I didn't know why he hated me, but little by little, as the torment progressed, I became a shadow of myself.
And things got worse when he found out that he was soon to be my stepbrother and I wasn't ready for that. But by the time he decided to change his mind, I was already too far along in my attempt at self-destruction. Because hatred like ours can only end in death.
Rayan
As soon as I learned of her existence, I hated her. Lia Stevens . Because of her, I lost the most important person in the world to me. Then, I knew what she represented. I let my hatred rule all our interactions from the beginning.
So I was surprised when I started to feel more than hate for her. As time goes on, I realize that I might need her more than I care to admit.

Follow Zoe as she learns who she is.
Zoe, a quiet and shy girl, and carries a heavy burden of Trauma. Her life takes a dramatic turn when she discovers she is a rare Fey wolf. This revelation becomes the catalyst for her profound journey of self-discovery. As the Mate of Alpha King Jackson, she faces the challenge of learning to trust and love him. Will she find herself and embrace her destiny, or will she remain the lone wolf, forever haunted by her trauma?

Thaddeus Quell was nobody: a live-in husband turned doormat, slapped for clean floors, bankrupted by his mother-in-law's greed, cuckolded while he fetched groceries. Then his house burned with his wife, daughter, and tormentor inside. He rushed in. He saved them. He fell through fire.  

And something answered.  

A crimson ledger bloomed in his dying vision: touch the dying, see their death, let it happen for money, save them and pay with your life. Now Thaddeus is a billionaire walking corpse—gray hair spreading, organs failing, ghosts whispering vengeance. Every innocent he saves binds a fallen angel to his side. Every villain he lets die (or kills) feeds Echo, the growing shadow that wants the ledger for Hell's throne.  

He wanted to die.  

The system said no.  

Heaven said fight.  

Echo said come closer.  

Now Thaddeus must decide: become the balance-keeper who reaps the wicked and spares the helpless, or let Echo harvest his soul and every child still screaming in the dark.

Be careful what you wish for … After eleven years trapped in the Spadros crime syndicate, 23-year-old private eye Jacqueline Spadros is an independent woman, free to run her investigation business. But her problems are only beginning. Deeply in debt, Jacqui is in danger from both the rogue Spadros men calling themselves “The Ten of Spades” and the ruthless Red Dog Gang — who may be one and the same. Jacqui is determined to find Black Maria, the key to the identity of the Red Dog Gang’s secretive leader. To survive long enough to do that, Jacqui needs a paying case. The one she's offered may put her in the most danger of all … The Ten of Spades is part 5 of a 13-part serial novel - please begin with The Jacq of Spades or the Red Dog Conspiracy Act 1 box set.

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A WOMAN IN DESPERATE NEED OF RESCUE
A deserted stretch of highway, a young woman stranded in a fancy car, and the sound of motorcycles in the black night....Tessa Monroe's cross-country trip ends all too suddenly when Dane Hayes finds her. From his sexy bedroom eyes to his black leather jacket and dusty jeans, he spells trouble, but so does the nasty-looking biker gang that surrounds them. Within minutes, Tessa is on the back of Dane's Harley, and at the mercy of a man who breaks through all of her defenses and makes her want him--good or bad, right or wrong.

AN UNLIKELY SAVIOR IN LEATHER AND JEANS
Dane's mission doesn't need another complication, yet from the moment he sees her he wants her with a rough, hungry passion that can hurt them both. Claiming her and abducting her is the only way to protect her from the gang. Then all hell breaks loose, and Dane and Tessa are on the run with no place to hide--except in each other's arms.

WARNING:
Adult content, recommended for readers 18 and older only.
Contains BDSM relationship, erotic content, violence.
The book excerpt:
"Here, I have a key to your heart," she left the key in her palm, metal and skin together. Ocean stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught her attention because of its resemblance to a dagger, so she took it and waited for the perfect opportunity.
"Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growled in disgust. If she is lucky, she'd be unleashed by the end of the night.
Taking the first step toward her destruction, Ocean grins and moves her hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of her neck as she stops directly in front of him. Ocean places her palm on his chest, guides her fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of her lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, the woman takes the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at her in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" she asks, grabs him by the collar, and pulls him closer, her lips lightly stroke his ear as she whispers, "It fits."

Sold like a circus animal.
Collared, forced into misery and self-hatred.
With a single blow, she hopes to change her life, only to find herself trapped again.
Ocean has no idea what freedom means, but she desires nothing more than a taste of it.
The secrets hidden from her will unfold before her eyes, no one can escape the truth.

Nina Ellington has spent nineteen years being invisible. To her parents. To the ballet world. To the boyfriend who says he loves her but keeps choosing everything else.

On the night she finally walks away, she crashes into a man with a broken unicorn in his hands and a dead best friend in his heart. Kane Black is everything Jessie isn't: angry, honest, and brutally real.

But he is also Jessie's brother.

When a storm, a bus crash, and a missed competition strand Nina on a Florida highway, the only person who comes looking is the one man she is supposed to avoid. The soldier with granite shoulders and a voice like gravel who tells her to stay away—and then spends the night icing her ankle, buying her ballet shoes, and watching her sleep.

The Spring Gala stage is everything Nina has ever wanted.

The only thing more dangerous than the lights is the way Kane looks at her when he thinks she isn't watching.

Ryan Derrick is a cute, handsome, innocent-looking guy and also a domineering kinda person. He is not a human who has a brother by the name of Scott and a company he runs too. The two bloodlines are not human. He is a half-human and half-demon werewolf. Scott, who also works in the same company as Ryan is a supernatural being too.
This story went down a cliff when Emily decided to find a job somewhere around the new city they came in, to support her Mom.

One fateful day, she came across Ryan’s company and was set to be interviewed for a job and there she met the handsome and charming Ryan. Everything about Emily changed suddenly the moment she set her eyes on Ryan.
Right there, the inner wolf of Ryan said, “Oh my, She’s my Mate” Ryan felt the sparks between them but quickly shooed it off when Scott came in.
Scott being a supernatural being sensed it and he immediately fumed in anger because he also got to find out that Emily is his mate too.

The two brothers will have to fight for what is rightfully theirs and only an ALPHA can win this fight.

THIS IS WHEN IT ALL BEGAN…

In the murky world of espionage, Alex Hawke, a battle-scarred spy, hunts the cunning criminal mastermind Viktor Sokolov, whose cyber and biochemical weapons threaten global stability. Navigating betrayal and danger from Vienna to Istanbul, Hawke faces physical wounds and emotional turmoil, haunted by a traitor within. Driven by an unyielding code of justice, he remains a resilient ghost in the chaos, outmaneuvering foes in a high-stakes game. As betrayals deepen, Hawke’s pursuit of Viktor mirrors his own flawed, fierce soul. The world awaits his next move.

“You want me,” Ace said with a smirk, his fingers grazing Spades’ cheek.

“I see it in your eyes, in the way your body responds to mine. You want me just as much as I want you. So why fight it, Spades? Why fight me?” he murmured, pressing their bodies together.

Spades stood frozen, torn between desire and dread, his heart hammering. Rage flickered in his voice.

“You’re married to my stepsister. You’re the heir to the Bratva. Do I need to list more reasons why this is a terrible idea? Why will this never work? You chose her, Ace. You married her. Think. Let me go.”

Ace’s eyes turned stormy.

“Never,” he growled—and then he kissed him.

Karlin “Ace” Marakov is the heir to the Bratva, the ruthless Russian Mafia. Arrogant, violent, and dangerously reckless, Ace destroys everything he touches. Tired of his self-destruction, his father—the Pakhan—forces him into marriage with Nina Ivanov, the daughter of his closest ally.

But Ace never wanted Nina.

He wanted her stepbrother.

Spades Ivanov grew up with nothing. Every meal was earned, every step forward fought for. Adopted by Lee Ivanov, he’s fiercely loyal—loyal enough to follow any order, no matter the cost.

When Ace and Spades crash into each other, it’s volatile, electric, and impossible to ignore. The tension becomes unbearable. Ace wants him—and he'll burn their entire world to the ground to have him.

Because in Ace’s mind, Spades is his.

"You're weak, broken—pathetic. No one could ever love such a thing."
Ravenna was born a disgrace—wolf-less, exiled, and left for dead by her own pack. But death refused her. Rescued after a near-death incident, she awakens with untapped powers, far more dangerous than any wolf.
Stolen away by Alpha Darius, a ruthless leader feared across all packs, their meeting sparks chaos: they're fated mates. Bound by a prophecy drenched in blood, Ravenna discovers her lineage holds the key to either salvation or destruction.
With an ancient war on the horizon and dark forces hunting her, Ravenna must decide—embrace the unstoppable force within her or let it consume them all.

My father said an honest man can't run a farm. My brother called me nothing but a burden. My ex-girlfriend dropped her engagement ring into a glass of champagne and handed it back to me. They all thought I was worthless. None of them knew I'd been reborn, and had stockpiled five years' worth of supplies in the cold storage. When the blizzard hit, the walkie-talkie crackled to life. I heard their cries and the unspoken thoughts swirling inside their heads. Really? You're still trying to scheme against me right now?

Clyde grew up to be a very quiet person. An obedient son and a good brother to his siblings. A simple person, despite his high status in life as a doctor, never gets tired of helping others. And because of his goodwill, he will meet one of his patients who he never thought would have a major role in his quiet life. He will enter into a relationship that will disrupt and destroy him which will trigger his unpredictable mental disorders back again, which will lead to a secret agreement just to keep him sane and soon will come to the point where he will do everything just to keep the woman he dearly loves.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING! It contains sensitive scenes and speech not suitable for young readers. R18+

On a rainy night, I lay in a pool of my own blood, barely alive.
My wife, Juliana, was kneeling beside a man named Sebastian. "Take my husband's blood! I will take full responsibility if anything happens!"
Drop by drop, my lifeblood was drained from me, flowing into the body of her first love.
After three days and nights of struggling in the ICU, I finally regained consciousness, only to hear her scornful words outside the door: "Sacrificing a mediocre researcher for the health of my Muse is a worthwhile trade."
So, the five years of tender affection, the specially prepared nutritional soups she brought me every night—it was all to squeeze the last drop of blood from me.
She thought I would remain in the dark like a loyal dog, letting her take whatever she wanted.
Too bad she didn't know that I had quietly poured out that "medicine" and called the Security Bureau.
It was time for the hunter and the prey to switch roles.

One night can change a life forever...
As a respected elementary school teacher, Isabella Givens is not the kind of woman to visit bars, drink all night or take a stranger home… until she meets him. Tall, handsome and full of trouble, Kohl is a bad decision waiting to happen. Suddenly, Isabelle is two shots and one dance away from changing her life.
Prince Kohl has returned to Earth injured and in need of a way to turn the tide of a war that has raged on his world for years. When he learns that a much-needed crystal is hidden in a safe at a local bar, he intends to retrieve it. Meeting a beautiful distraction is NOT part of his plans, yet for some reason, Kohl can’t help himself…
Neither of them knows where their night of passion will lead, nor how soon their actions will threaten everything they both hold dear.
Fate and love intertwine across the galaxy, bringing two lost souls together.
Aliens of Renjer Series is created by J.S. Wilder, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Landon Rhodes and I grew up together, both dreaming of becoming top chefs. But I knew he was the one with a palate kissed by God.

So when Rowan Stone, this street-rat punk, got her claws into him, I took the drinks, the smoke, the slaps for him. When he wanted to skip the National Young Chefs Competition to stay with her drunk ass, I dragged him back to the culinary lab.

He won the championship, got recruited by a three-star Michelin restaurant, graduated and made millions. I became the most invisible prep cook in his kitchen.

Until Rowan wrapped her car around a pole during one of her episodes, and he lured me into a basement.

"This is all your fault! If you'd minded your own damn business, she'd still be alive!"

His foot came down on my right hand. Bones cracking. My fingers ground to pulp.

All those 5 AM trips to the fish market for him. All those nights watching stock simmer for forty-eight hours straight. All the praise he soaked up at final practicals. My sacrifices, and all I got in return was his hatred.

"These worthless hands that can only cut vegetables deserve to rot in the ground with her."

The pain swallowed me whole.

When I wake up again, I'm back to that afternoon when he said he was going to the bar to find her.

This time, I won't stop him.

On our third wedding anniversary, a catastrophic car accident plunged me into a state of life-threatening hemorrhage. Yet, before the medical staff, my husband roared: "Draw my wife's blood first; save Serena."

Serena—his first love.

It became apparent that he had never married me out of love; I was but a living blood bank, intended solely to sustain his cherished first love. It was only when I discovered I was pregnant that I realized he would not even spare the life within me.

That incarceration, cloaked in the guise of love, had nearly claimed my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the Clara who could be so easily sacrificed. This time, I shall ensure he pays for his blood debt, with no chance of redemption.

My husband was a vampire lord, bound by a blood oath to the Elders. Forbidden from ever completing a mate bond.
But he bonded with me anyway. Every time he felt something for me, the oath punished him — ten minutes of agony. He endured it ninety-nine times and told me it was worth it.
To prove it, he carved a mark into my collarbone with his own blood. A promise: if I was ever in danger, he'd come for me. No matter what.
Then the Crimson Blight came — an ancient death curse, meant for another woman. His precious, fragile Elowen. And instead of letting it take her, he transferred it onto me.
I woke up chained in the sealed chamber beneath our own manor, blood core burning from the inside out. When I couldn't take any more, I activated his mark and reached through the bond for help.
I heard his voice. But he wasn't talking to me.
"She's a Blood Hunter. She can take it. She should bear this for me."
He didn't know I was three months pregnant with his child.

Knox’s hand closes around the collar of my cut, tugging me back just enough that I feel the heat of him at my spine.

“You keep looking at trouble like that,” he murmurs against my ear, voice rough and low, “and one day it’s going to look back.”

I tilt my chin, meeting his gaze over my shoulder.

“Good,” I whisper. “I’m counting on it.”

His mouth curves slowly, dark and dangerous.

“Careful, Shade,” he says. “The Reapers don’t play nice.”

“Neither do I.”

I grew up around the Reaper’s MC.
The roar of bikes, the smell of gasoline and leather, the kind of loyalty that runs deeper than blood. It was never supposed to be my world though. That belonged to my brother.
Ghosteye.
He wore the patch. He lived by the Crown. He believed in the club with everything he had.
And then one day… he was just gone.
Everyone says it was handled.
Everyone says the club took care of it.
But something about it never felt right.
So I did the one thing no one expected—I stepped into the Reapers myself.
Prospecting. Proving I belong in a world where men like Knox, Lucian, and my own father rule with iron fists and blood-stained loyalty.
Digging graves. Running jobs. Surviving men who think I shouldn’t even be here.
The deeper I go, the more I realize this club is built on secrets… and Ghosteye was buried with one of the biggest.
But if the Reapers taught me anything growing up, it’s this:
You don’t wear the Crown unless you’re willing to bleed for it.
And I’m ready to burn this entire kingdom to the ground if that’s what it takes to learn the truth.

When eighteen-year-old Fiamara Calder's hand accidentally shifts into dragon talons while trying to defend herself from a werewolf attack, her entire life shatters in a single day.

Dragged into the hidden magical realm of Crimson Spire Academy, Fiamara learns the truth: she is the last royal dragon alive, and one of the most dangerous dark mages in existence has been searching for her for years.

Now trapped inside an academy filled with vampires, demons, fae, warlocks, and monsters who either fear her or want to use her, surviving becomes harder than mastering her powers.

Especially when she catches the attention of four very different men.

Cold and watchful Theron Mist warns her that her royal blood makes her a target. Charming vampire Raziel Vorne refuses to leave her alone no matter how much trouble it causes. Dangerous demon heir Marek Cindra offers to remove a troublesome hex but only for a price. And quiet hybrid warrior Aldric Greymoor may be the only one who truly understands just how difficult things are for her.

But between fake dating schemes, deadly rivalries, mysterious attacks, and a dark mage hunting her across worlds, Fiamara is running out of time.

Because if she fails to unlock her dragon powers before Maximo finds her, she will not just lose herself.

Hera is eighteen and has never been in a relationship her entire life. Although pretty, she is only known by her oversized hoodies and glasses.

Baek is a hot, sexy, god of death. Heartless, cold and immortal. All he has ever done is take lives and send the souls where they belong. When it is time for Baek to take the lives of nine students of Trevor's High, he has to spend three days as a student of the school and watch his preys. He bumps into Hera and after staring at her olive grey eyes and fixing her broken glasses, Baek feels strangely pulled to the weird funny girl. He realizes she is going to be one of the student whose lives he has to take in three days time, he feels hurt. An emotion he has not felt for hundreds of years. When it is the third day and Baek has to take the lives of the students during a bus crash on their way to a field trip, he discovers he cannot take Hera's life and so, he sends her into limbo. A life that is neither alive, nor dead.

Will Baek break his own heart in his quest of fulfilling his duties as a grim reaper or would he chose love and risk his very existence?

By night, I’m an undefeated underground street racer flirting with death; by day, I’m a lowly law intern who just realized the stranger I slept with owns the entire firm.

I’ve lived two lives for years. During the day, I’m Adeline, a top-of-her-class law student trying to outrun her family’s criminal reputation. But at night, I am Ghost. The maniac who takes corners at impossible speeds on a modified bike.

It was at the underground track that I met Rider. He had a custom Ducati, an unplaceable accent, and striking storm-gray eyes. He beat me by a fraction of a second, and I bought him a drink. That drink turned into the most intense, earth-shattering night in a cheap motel. We promised no names. No real life. Just one night.

Two months later, I walked into Royal & Associates, the most cutthroat corporate law firm in the city, ready for my first day as an intern. I was wearing a cheap pencil skirt, blending in with fifty other nervous graduates.

The HR lady was giving us a tour of the 45th-floor executive suites when the heavy double doors opened.

My blood ran cold.

Stepping out of the CEO’s office, surrounded by terrified junior partners, was Rider. He was wearing a bespoke black suit, his hair perfectly styled, radiating terrifying authority. Percy Akilov. The billionaire owner of the firm.

As he spoke to a partner, his storm-gray eyes swept over the crowd of interns. And then he saw me.

I watched the shock hit him, followed instantly by a dark, possessive fury that made my knees weak. The entire hallway went dead silent as the most powerful man in the building stopped in his tracks, ignoring everyone else, and stalked directly toward me.

"Miss Volkov," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent shivers down my spine. "My office. Now."

Detective Iris Hale has spent twelve years building an impeccable reputation—logical, relentless, untouchable. In a city where most cases involve infidelity and insurance fraud, she's the department's rising star, poised for promotion to Homicide Chief. Then the "Reaper Murders" shatter her carefully constructed world.
Seventeen bodies in three months. Each victim carved with an elegant "R" mark post-mortem, their faces frozen in expressions of euphoric terror. No DNA. No witnesses. No pattern—except the killer's obsession with perfection. The city spirals into paranoia, and the department hands Iris an ultimatum: catch the Reaper or watch her career burn.
But when Iris discovers a mark identical to the victims' carved into her own childhood diary—dated fifteen years ago—the investigation becomes horrifyingly personal. Someone has been watching her since she was seventeen. Someone who knows the darkest secret she's buried: the night she accidentally killed her abusive stepfather and made it look like suicide.
Enter Dr. Ronan Ashford, the enigmatic forensic psychologist assigned to her task force. Brilliant, unsettling, and possessing an uncanny ability to predict the killer's next move, Ronan becomes Iris's only anchor in the chaos. He sees past her professional armor to the guilt she's weaponized into ambition. Their intellectual chemistry ignites into something dangerous, something neither can afford—especially when Iris begins noticing that Ronan's theoretical profiles feel less like deduction and more like confession.
As bodies pile up and the Reaper's messages grow intimate—notes addressing her by childhood nickname, crime scenes staged at locations from her past—Iris faces an impossible truth: the killer isn't just obsessed with her. He's been crafting her into his masterpiece for over a decade. Every case she's solved, every criminal she's caught, every moral compromise she's made—all calculated steps in his grand design.

My little sister and I each bear a Heart-Seed Mark etched into our chests.
Inside each seed grow Heartbeat Petals—currency that can trade for anything under the boughs of The Heart-Root, the ancient devouring tree.
At eight years old, I plucked one petal to cure Mom’s terminal cancer.
At ten, I tore out another to mend my older brother’s shattered bones after his brutal fight.
At twenty-four, I sacrificed my third and final petal to wake my husband’s sister from a car-crash-induced vegetative state.
Six months later, two disasters struck at once: my father died in a horrific car wreck, and my husband’s mistress lost their unborn baby.
Both sides of my family flocked to The Heart-Root, all fixated on stealing my petals for their own wishes.
I tried to step aside and let my younger sister go first to make the trade, but Mom shoved me hard toward the hollow trading cavity of the tree.
“Every bit of love we’ve poured into you these years, every petal came from us! You’d really hold out and refuse to save your own father? Ungrateful girl!” my mom snapped.
My husband’s mom cut in sharp as a knife: “A good wife knows her place. It’s your duty to bring that baby back for your husband. If only you’d given him a son yourself.”
They tied me tight to the tree trunk. I watched a girl standing nearby get torn apart by black, writhing vines when she had no petals left—her flesh dissolved straight into the tree’s roots to feed it.
But my Heart-Seed didn’t have a single petal left either...

"They say the ice is for warriors. They don't know I'm bleeding just to stand here."
Noah Vance has only a limited period to live. He needs money for his sister's cancer treatment so he has become part of the Sterling University Hockey team's secretive world which consists of only Alpha members. Noah moves through the ice with ghostly speed and soundlessness while he uses black-market suppressants that make his veins feel as they burn. His body requires protection because a single hit can snap his bones while a single slip will show everyone that he is an Omega which will lead to his death.

Damon Sterling is the predator who awaits to break his neck.

The billionaire Captain exists as a physical embodiment of violent perfection. Noah is more than just someone he hates since the Captain finds his existence to be offensive. The rookie emits fear which the Captain interprets as physical frailty. Damon begins a series of severe hazing activities to eliminate the "coward" from his squad by performing body slams into the glass which create dark bruises on Noah's skin.

The locker room failure causes Noah's scent blockers to dissolve which reveals his true scent through the combination of wild honey and distress. The Captain encounters his Mate instead of finding a victim.

The monster who wanted to destroy Noah has transformed into a beast who will destroy everything in existence to protect Noah.

Obsession isn't a choice. It’s biology.

I was the undefeated queen of the underground octagon—a body held together by broken bones and spilled blood, all to build Dorian's fighting empire from the ground up.
But when he'd made it to the top in his tailored suits and polished shoes, suddenly my scars made me too crude, too ugly to stand beside him.
He ordered me to throw my title defense—told me to take a dive for some rich girl whose daddy bought her a spot in the cage. And when that woman shattered both my legs with an illegal knee strike, he just stood there and watched.
I clawed my way out of that wreckage—barely breathing. Left him a blood-stained divorce decree and vanished.
While he mourned over what he thought were my ashes, I was already training alongside the legendary king of the octagon, rebuilding myself from the ground up.
Now I'm back—stronger than ever.
This time, I'm going to break that princess's pretty face and crush his pathetic ego underfoot.

Ten years ago, James lost everything—his parents murdered, his life shattered. Left for dead, he clawed his way back to become the Reaper, the undisputed King of the Underworld.

Now he returns to settle the score. But the moment he arrives, a billion-dollar bounty goes live. Every mercenary, assassin on earth wants his head.

Yet James doesn't run. He waits. Because the bounty isn't just a price—it's a clue. Someone wants him dead before he uncovers the truth about who really killed his parents. And the deeper he digs, the more the walls close in.

After being imprisoned in the dark tunnel for 500 years. Rose Blair, a grim reaper was sent out on a mission to find the Soul fragment of the lord god, which was scattered in different worlds.

But the problem is why does the invincible lord god keep chasing her around, professing his love in every world.

First World- You belong to me and no one else

Second World- You dare to run away from me!

Third world- I will tie you to my side and make sure you never leave

But then will every world go without obstacles from those trying their best to stop god from awakening?

He was the world's most feared assassin, a ghost known only as "The Reaper." For five years, Victor vanished, leaving behind a wife and a newborn daughter he was forced to abandon to protect them. Now, a desperate plea for help pulls him back to London, only to find his family shattered. His wife, Elena, has been cast out by her powerful family and left for dead, and his young daughter, Lily, possesses a rare genetic anomaly that has made her the most hunted child in the underworld.
Shedding his disguise, Victor unleashes the full, terrifying might of the Shadow Sanctuary, the global empire he built from the ashes of his old life. From the fortified walls of aristocratic estates to the blood-soaked corridors of secret labs, he wages a one-man war against the elite cabal that dared to touch his family. They thought he was just a helpless husband. They are about to learn that angering a father with nothing left to lose is the last mistake they will ever make.

I thought drowning while trying to save a little girl was the end of my story. Turns out, it was just the beginning of my empire in the Land of the Dead.
Now, I'm the infamous owner of the afterlife's most intimate boutique. My clients? A community of skeletons so conservative, they excuse themselves before holding hands and have been sleeping in separate beds for thirty years of marriage.
To make sure my boyfriend Carlos doesn't forget me, I convinced him to become my interdimensional supplier. But my thriving business comes at a deadly cost: every product he sends drains his life force. And just as I make this horrifying discovery, I learn the little girl I died saving is in deadly danger once again, as her stepmother plots against her again.
With the love of my life fading away and an innocent child's life on the line, what price am I willing to pay for a second chance at life?

“Kiss arse! Your contract doesn’t say you can toss me around!” Her voice sounded deceivingly confident. She was trembling inside, every fibre of her wanting to shrink away from the man who towered over her, watching her with his disarming gaze. Marc Aryan had unnerved her the first time she’d met him and he still unnerved her now.

“Kiss arse? My contract says you should obey my every command within the terms of said contract.”

Amelia Parker thought she had it all figured out - a successful career as a pediatrician and a fulfilling life. That is until she meets her new patient, James, who changes everything. When James wakes up from a coma with no memory and calls her 'Mummy', Amelia's life takes an unexpected turn. She never expected to end up married to James' billionaire father, Marc Aryan, let alone fall in love with him.

As their relationship becomes more permanent, Amelia discovers that there is more to Marc than meets the eye. His cold exterior hides a caring and warm-hearted person that she falls in love with. But, when Amelia is given evidence about her mother's death from the rival family, everything is thrown into chaos.

Can Amelia and Marc overcome the challenges that stand in the way of their love? Will Amelia be able to clear her mother's name? Find out in this captivating romantic novel about love, secrets, and the lengths we go to protect the ones we love.

My chosen mate used his Beta authority to give the entire moonbloom compound to his fated mate's daughter.
The healer had said to split it—half for each child. Both would live. He overrode her. Gave the full dose to Rosalie Blackwell.
He wanted a full recovery. Just not for ours.
Three days later, my daughter Wren's organs shut down. She died on her birthday, still asking why Daddy wasn't there. The dress I'd made her—white with little silver wolves along the hem—she never got to put it on.
That same day, his fated's daughter walked out of the healing hall completely cured. He even threw a feast for the whole pack.
I collapsed at the border of Thornecrest territory. The healers told me it was cancer. Late-stage. Nothing left to treat.
Now I sat alone in our empty house with Wren's unworn birthday dress across my lap and drafted the dissolution papers.

“I do not want to stay here! Tell that to your lord!” She yelled at him. “He will take me back to Dragonsbane right now or I will bring this whole castle down!” -
Once every six hundred years, a ruling descendant of Axeris must offer up a pure breed daughter of Khione to the ancient spirits to keep the seal over the undead army of Osyron from breaking open and unleashing the wrath of the blood thirsty god upon the people of Astaroth and the other six kingdoms.
Lord Ryder’s rule falls under this year and he has his eyes set on Lyra, a pure breed descendant and princess of Dragonsbane, but there are complications when he tries to get her, she cannot remember him and he cannot offer her up if she is not in love with him.
Time is running out, the seal is very unstable and everything seems to be working against him as he is soon caught up in a whirlwind of impossibilities and forced to make a difficult choice.
There are secrets and twists as this is a tale woven into a maze of labyrinths, with each turn unlocking a new and unpredictable play out, until he is left standing against all he had ever believed in.

Book 1- Ten years ago Charlotte fell in love.
Seven years ago she made a terrible mistake that would rip them apart forever.
Now, she's just trying to rebuild her life.
Moving into the safe neighbourhood was meant to be the start of something great, and it was right up until she realised The Lost Reapers MC were her next door neighbours.
Bikers were bad news… everyone knew that.
Everyone it seemed but Charlotte herself, who finds herself undeniably drawn to not one but two bikers.
But who will she choose and more importantly will she even get the chance to?
Because the past is about to catch up with her and her two hot bikers might not be able to save her in time.
**contains the following themes
MMF
Why Choose
Explicit Sex
Violence and SA (not between main characters)
Forbidden romance

Book 2- Daisy in Chains
*** contains the following themes
Explicit sex
Grumpy/sunshine
Age Gap
Violence, ☠️, and talk of SA (not between main characters.

Book 3- Runaway Muse
*** contains the following themes
Explicit sex
Opposites attract
Secret identity
Grief and Violence (both on and off the page)

Cover Design- RJ Creatives
(No ai was used in any part of the production of this

His father died broke and broken. Zed Chen knows who's responsible.
One race. One torn mask. Now the Iron Wolves know his face — and their VP is the one holding his debt.
Dax Steele doesn't look like the enemy. That's what makes her dangerous.
She wants him to race for her club. He wants answers about his father. Neither of them planned on needing the other to survive.
But the deeper Zed rides into her world, the more the story he grew up believing starts to crack. His father wasn't just a victim. Dax isn't just a villain. And the people they're both after won't stop until one of them is in the ground.
Fifty thousand dollars brought them together. The truth might be the only thing that keeps them alive.

"It's not compensating. It's lagging," I said, my grease-stained hands resting on my hips as I corrected the most arrogant, untouchable F1 racer on my very first day.
Silence fell over the elite mechanical training facility. Every perfectly polished student turned to stare at me—the charity case from the slums. But Carlos Santiago didn't just stare. His sharp, assessing gaze landed on me like a physical weight. "And who are you to correct me?" he demanded, stepping closer until the scent of expensive cologne and burning rubber surrounded me.

I didn't back down. I knew engines better than I knew people. "I wasn't correcting you. I was fixing the problem," I shot back. He was perfect—ash brown hair, thick lashes, and a jawline that belonged on a billboard. But he was also completely wrong about the calibration. I reached past him, my knuckles brushing his pristine racing suit, and adjusted the valve. The engine instantly purred to life. Flawless.

His eyes darkened. He hated losing control. He stepped into my space, trapping me against the workstation. "You've got good instincts," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "But instincts don't win races." Before I could push him away, someone bumped into him from behind. He stumbled forward, and suddenly, his lips crashed hard against mine. My mind went completely blank. It was an accident. It had to be. But when he pulled back, his eyes weren't steady, and his breathing was ragged. "Stay out of my way," he warned.

But the way he looked at my lips? It didn't feel like a warning at all. It felt like a promise.

Born in a pack that only valued beauty and fluidity on ice, Yvonne's weight and her wolf's fear of ice was practically a curse.

The day before the grand audition, a day that every werewolf teen looks forward to, she finds out her ice skating partner of two years and her boyfriend, had dropped her as a partner and gone for her step sister instead.

Heartbroken, she nearly gives up, understanding that she may either end up auctioned or as an omega if she isn't able to audition into the grand rink, especially with her commoner status.

And that is when Void comes in. Her best friend since they were both eight and she cleverly saved him from a snake, Void was the best ice skater in the pack and the alpha heir, the only one exempted from having to compete for a place in the rink.

But once Yvonne is left all alone, he steps in, offering her a once in a lifetime chance.

Dance with him on the ice. That was all.

Neither of them expected it to be messy. Especially not Yvonne. But it was, and amongst it all, she found herself looking at her childhood best friend a little differently.

"I'm gonna show you that a side character can be the main character too."–Herabella Venturi

"I beg your pardon?"

“You want me to what?!” I asked aloud what a God had said to me. Is he serious right now? “You want me to save… the villainess?”

"Over and over again? Do you want me to repeat? Save Princess Melusine Ondine, try not to let her die. ” I slapped his forehead and held him on his shoulder.

“Look here God… whoever you are. What you are requesting of me is very impossible to happen. ” Where I said to him.

“Well that’s why-

“Do you want to break the flow of the story? We are in a novel, a very famous book. You want to make readers angry? You want the story to be boring? ”

He sighed and sighed. "She's been through a lot, she didn't deserve death."

I just calmed myself first. Why was I here again? Ah yes, some random God reincarnated me as a side character to save a villain.

After three years of secret marriage with a famous playboy F1 racer, Aria finally got pregnant. But she discovered that Liam was staying with his ex, who is also pregnant…
She was heartbroken, and left the city to raise the baby on her own.
6 years later, while back in town, Aria ran into Liam as her new boss.
Him: "I bought a mansion for our child. Stay."😳
Her: "Sorry, he has no father. "😒

18+

"Did you fuck him?" he asked coldly, running the dull edge of the blade against my erect nipple.

"No," I replied honestly, my pulse hammering in my throat.

"Did you want to?" Blair stared at my chest as I shook my head in reply.

"Use your words, Reena. I'm playing with your nipple, and I'd hate to slip." 

“No, I didn't," I whimpered, gasping as the blade cut into my breast. Blair lowered his heated mouth, trailing his tongue over the small cut he'd made. His saliva healed the wound, but the bite of pain remained as he stood back, studying me with cold eyes, eyes that promised the next cut would go much deeper if I ever lied.

Warning: For 18+ and above.
Bastian Lockhart is a sad billionaire with a lot of traumas. He fights his desires for Lilith wanting to protect and not give in to his darker desires. He vowed within himself to protect her. But who will protect him from his darkest desire?
"You are playing with fire, Lilith." I tried warning her again. "Let me burn daddy," she said. I knew right there that we would both be burning and not just her.

When the alpha of the black moon pack is attacked by a group of rouges, he never expected for anyone to help him specially his mate. One who is hiding a secret and is as unique as him.
Will they find love within each other of be torn apart by some one unexpected.